The Old Linden TreeA Poem by Desert Knavea poem praising those first sips of tea
She beckoned to me
From the shadows 'neath The old linden tree A place that she hoped Her father couldn't see It's there where she served me My first sips of tea There in the shadows 'neath The old linden tree Jim Lonsdale Poetry 2026
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1 Review Added on February 2, 2026 Last Updated on February 2, 2026 AuthorDesert KnavePhoenix, AZAboutI am in my mid-60's, a manic-depressive, seldom impressive, often recessive poet who loves the ocean, rain, the desert, and playing with rhyme. I am a native Arizonan, a Virgo, and a hair metal fan an.. more.. |

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